I Became a Righteous Knight in a Game

Chapter 68

Ahead of the release of a large-scale expansion pack.

The developer, Skylines, had been steadily releasing bits of information related to the expansion pack.

[We offer overwhelming freedom! Any character, any profession can become a hero who saves the world!]

[Each job class has its own optimal growth path! Explore the world, unleash your potential, and become a hero who stands against the demons!]

It was a post uploaded by the developer's official account.

The expansion pack does not follow the original work.

To be precise, it could be followed, but it didn't matter if it wasn't.

A boy who farmed in the countryside could save the world, and a girl who had no talent for magic could become a mage and beat up demons.

There were various growth methods added system-wise, and it was a structure where any character could grow to their limit if they just found the right way.

Therefore, there was also the opposite case.

[You can save the world, or you can destroy it. The world will face different endings depending on your choices.]

[Become a warlock and subjugate humans!]

[Become a minion of evil and extinguish the light of the world!]

Beings that existed only as enemies in the original work.

Demons.

Minions of evil.

Warlocks.

Or something similar.

Players could set and pursue any goal they wanted without any restrictions.

Whether they saved the world or destroyed it was entirely up to the player's free will.

‘So this is why there were serialized posts about becoming a warlock of Morganes.’

Reinhardt scanned the community with serious eyes.

The real-time updated information was becoming his blood and flesh.

Depending on what kind of system the expansion pack ran on, it would determine what kind of path he should take in the future.

‘I’ll check the details after I return.’

Reinhardt stayed in Romain for a few more days to wrap up his schedule.

He gave generous advice to Ganesha Edropin and Ellie, and also gave homework to the priests through Bishop Dalton so that similar incidents would not recur in the future.

Romain was quickly regaining its stability.

If things continued like this for a few months, it was clear that it would become more prosperous than any surrounding city.

‘It wasn't a quiet countryside like Lockfort. Trade between cities will also become more active, and the internal situation will improve in an instant. Money will start circulating soon.’

Also, the mayor's ability was considerable.

That is, he wasn't talking about the ability to handle administrative work.

Ganesha Edropin is a healing mage with considerable skill.

Considering that speciality, various parties would contact her personally, and if she used them well, it would surely be of great help in developing Romain.

‘Anyway, she'll handle it.’

Reinhardt brushed off the thought there.

The rest was their job.

There was a limit to the help he, an outsider, could offer.

“…”

Reinhardt shifted his gaze to the side.

He took in the scenery passing by the carriage window.

Unlike when he left Serigel, it was a leisurely schedule.

There was no reason to hurry.

Naturally, Bishop Dalton was also sitting opposite him.

Dalton was continuously spouting incomprehensible words with his eyes closed. His hands were clasped together neatly.

It was obvious he was praying to Truma.

‘What kind of prayer does one do for a whole week without sleeping?’

At some point, Dalton had stopped sleeping, eating, and even talking to Reinhardt, and was just continuously praying.

Thanks to that, Reinhardt could come in peace.

It was just that it was a bit excessive, which made him a little concerned.

‘Considering the information released by the developer, who knows what will happen to this man.’

Just like Ganesha or Ellie, Dalton might become a tremendous priest in a few years.

Like a holy warrior who laughs madly while facing demons and spreads a brilliant light in all directions.

‘It’s entirely possible. With this man’s talent and personality.’

His faith was so strong that it even burdened people within his own order.

The expression 'fanatical belief' was not enough.

It was as if he didn't want to be a human with free will, but a real tool of Truma, just as he often said.

To entrust all judgment to God and literally become a bullet that is fired the moment the trigger is pulled.

‘In fact, in the game, those characters were the strongest. Especially in the case of priests.’

In any case, it was a good thing for Reinhardt.

The growth of the people around him would ultimately lead to his safety.

Thanks to this, Reinhardt was able to organize his thoughts at leisure.

Then he looked to the side.

Bitdori was sitting next to Reinhardt's seat, dozing off.

Even though the sunlight was pouring in through the window, it didn't seem to feel hot at all.

‘...It seems to have gotten a little bigger. No, it's definitely gotten bigger.’

Bitdori's size had clearly grown.

The starting point was clear.

It was from when he executed the warlock of Morganes.

‘And it seems to be a bit shiny, too.’

Bitdori was originally a faintly glowing creature.

It was similar to a light bulb that was about to go out.

A faint light had flickered intermittently.

But now, a faint but non-flickering light was surrounding its body.

‘If I were to guess the reason… it’s because I’ve caught enough warlocks. Or because I’ve experienced all three types of demons at least once.’

It was the same in the game.

The Spirit of Light grew every time it hunted a demon.

If so, it wouldn't be much different here.

Reinhardt had already executed three warlocks, and coincidentally, the demons each warlock served were of different types.

‘Agrio-s, Nepas, Morganes.’

Agrio-s, the demon of domination.

Nepas, the demon of destruction.

Morganes, the demon of plague.

These three demons were gateways that had to be passed to reach the final chapter of the game.

It was both symbolic and literally true.

If you didn't defeat all of them, there was no way to damage the final boss.

‘...I should look into this part too. If I search the community, I'll definitely be able to find something.’

Right now, a sort of concept craze was happening in the community.

It was because various people were registering serialized posts with the context of 'I've been possessed by the game,' just like Reinhardt.

The job classes were diverse.

As seen before, there were warlocks, normal jobs like knights and mages, and even spirit masters who mainly handled spirits like Bitdori.

‘If necessary, trying to talk to them is also an option.’

What if it was sensitive information and they didn't mention it?

Reinhardt was also considering asking questions bluntly.

After all, unlike them, for Reinhardt, this situation was a harsh reality.

“Sir Reinhardt…”

It was then that Dalton opened his mouth.

It was the first time in almost a week that he had heard his voice, so Reinhardt flinched without realizing it and snapped his gaze up.

“Bishop Dalton?”

“This is all thanks to your help, Sir.”

“Pardon?”

Dalton spouted strange words with a dazed look in his eyes.

“If it weren't for you, Sir, I would never have been able to hear His voice.”

What did he hear.

For a moment, he thought, then Reinhardt realized.

There was only one being that Bishop Dalton would talk about like that.

“Surely not Truma…”

“Yes, I have finally heard it. The voice of the sun that brightens the world.”

Dalton had a rapturous expression as he said that.

“Also, Truma said.”

He then added.

“He said to please take care of you next time as well. He was speaking to you, Sir Reinhardt.”

“Pardon?”

“It was the same when we left for Romain. Didn't I say that it seemed Truma had chosen you, Sir?”

“Ah, that…”

It's not Truma's choice.

It was just made to look like Truma's choice.

Fundamentally, it was just Bishop Dalton's misunderstanding after seeing Bitdori's actions.

“Truma was, satisfied.”

Dalton was continuing to speak, suppressing his rapture.

At that, Reinhardt couldn't say anything and just nodded his head.

‘He couldn’t have grown enough to receive an oracle on his own yet.’

Bishop Dalton was not that strong.

That is, he certainly wasn't yet.

Even if he had enormous potential, if he hadn't yet unleashed it, it wasn't his power.

‘But an oracle came down. And it specifically singled out an individual.’

This was an oracle sent entirely of Truma's own will.

It meant that it wasn't Dalton who was great, but that Truma just wanted to do it.

‘He said he was satisfied? He said something like his own judgment in choosing me was correct?’

Reinhardt narrowed his eyes and looked at the trembling Bishop Dalton.

Surprisingly.

The sun god Truma was lying.

And he was doing it through the mouth of a staff who followed him.

***

Serigel was in a festive mood.

Rumors had wings.

The news of Reinhardt, the knight of Taton's, exploits in Romain had already spread to every corner of the gateway city.

He had executed a warlock.

He had driven out the source of the plague that had been tormenting the citizens.

That's not all.

He had purged a corrupt mayor and even driven out the organization Redfoot, which had been parasitic in the city's darkness.

It was an outrageous achievement for a single knight.

But the citizens of Serigel all seemed to trust the content of the rumors 100%.

Because the subject was Reinhardt.

Because he was a knight famous for being righteous and brave, who had already accomplished similar feats several times.

And, inside Serigel.

When he arrived at the Taton Knights and got out of the carriage.

“My treasure! My pride!”

Ethan Taton was welcoming Reinhardt with open arms, his eyes even welling up with tears.

“No, not my treasure. It wouldn't be right for me to monopolize you, Sir. I should change the expression like this. The knight of Serigel! The knight of the eastern Empire, Reinhardt!”

“Sir Commander. There are many eyes watching.”

“I am not ashamed! They won't be either! Do you know how the citizens who heard the news reacted? Wherever the name Reinhardt came up, a debate broke out over what a great knight you are!”

“That's right, Sir Knight!”

“Sir Reinhardt! Sir Reinhardt!”

A chorus of agreement erupted from the surroundings.

It was the reaction of the knights belonging to Taton, of course, and also of the citizens who had followed the carriage to see Reinhardt's face at least once.

“Let's go inside first. I have much to report.”

“If you wish it, Sir, I will gladly…”

“Sir Commander. We don't have much time.”

Reinhardt emphasized, his voice completely lowered.

Only then did Ethan's twitching lips calm down rapidly.

“Oops. My apologies, Sir Reinhardt. I was so excited that without realizing it…!”

“It's alright.”

Ethan began to watch Reinhardt's expression.

Passing the statue of Reinhardt that stood proudly in front of the knight order, the two headed to the commander's office.

He could feel the gazes of admiration from the surrounding knights.

Click.

Only after entering the commander's office did the surroundings become quiet.

“Uh, my apologies. You must be tired, and I was too loud…”

“I don't mind. More importantly, how much have you heard?”

“Uh, how much?”

“There is much to report. If there are parts you already know, I will skip those details.”

“Hmm, I heard the news that you executed a warlock. I also heard a rumor that you stopped the plague that was sweeping through Romain. Of course, that's an exaggerated story, right?”

It was as expected.

Because what Reinhardt had accomplished was so great, the rumors were downplayed compared to the truth.

At that, Reinhardt brought up the most important fact to Ethan first.

“That's not all. I brought the mayor of Romain to justice and sent a letter to Count Alstian regarding the matter.”

“Right. That part too…”

Ethan's eyes trembled.

Then he erased his smile and looked back at Reinhardt with a shocked expression.

“You did what, Sir?”